Page 47 of Rhett Redeemed

Fuck.

What a mess.

What am I going to do?

Cara might be okay with Rhett and I being together, but everyone else will sure have a problem with it. And now that I’m pregnant? People will probably think I trapped him. I’m about to drop this bombshell on everyone and I’m going to look like I planned all of this.

I go back to bed and cry, knowing that shit is about to get a whole lot worse before it gets better.

If it ever does get better.

I head to work the next day, in denial, and pretend like everything is fine. I haven’t told anyone that I’m pregnant, and I don’t know when I will. I bring some ginger ale and crackers to work to get me through my awful morning sickness, and luckily for me I manage to hide it well enough. I find Atlas in the storeroom unpacking the new stock.

“Want some help?” I ask. The morning has been slow, and Bronte is out front helping customers who want to buy some merchandise.

Atlas raises his brow, and looks down at the heavy box in his hands. “Do I want you to help me carry shit? That would be a firm no.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re such a caveman. I can help put the stuff on the shelves, you can do the heavy lifting.”

Normally, I would just carry the boxes too, but I guess I shouldn’t be doing those things anymore. My whole life is going to change in more ways than one. At least I have a better job now to provide for a child.

I freeze. Wait, does that mean I’ve decided that I’m definitely going to have this child?

I love Cara, but not enough not to keep my baby, no matter who the father is.

Is that selfish of me?

With this one, I need to follow my heart, because I’m the one who is going to have to live with the consequences of my decision for the rest of my life, no one else.

“You okay?” Atlas asks, box still in his hands. “You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine, just recovering from being sick over the weekend,” I lie.

He nods apologetically. “How much did you drink?”

I go along with his presumption. “Too much.”

“No wonder you brought some soda and crackers in with you.” The man misses nothing. “I can head out and grab you something if you need it, just let me know,” he offers.

“Thanks, Atlas, that’s very sweet of you, but I think I’ll be okay,” I reply, smiling at him.

I manage to get through the rest of the workday without too much suffering, but it starts up again when I get home and am left alone with my thoughts.

I’m going to have to tell Rhett.

Do I tell him now, or do I wait three months until I’m at a safe stage in the pregnancy? Is that selfish of me?

Probably. But it would be awful if I upset everyone and then something went wrong and I had a miscarriage.

I don’t know what the right answer is, but I do have time to think it over and make the best choice. I’m just going to have to brace myself for Cara’s reaction. This child is going to be her niece or nephew, and I know she loves Rhett, so once she gets over the shock, maybe she will accept my child with open arms.

At the end of the day, she’s a good person and I need to have faith in that.

Why didn’t we use a condom? I have a contraceptive implant, but of course that is just my luck. I need to make an appointment with my doctor to discuss that, and the pregnancy.

And as for Rhett? I’ve avoided him the last few days. I’ve never been gladder that he’s busy with the MC and lives a few hours away.

Little does he know, shit is about to hit the fan.